Till he return, I bow,

s'd;

By heaviest grief oppress'
My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.
2 I tried each earthly charm-
In pleasure's haunts I stray'd-
I sought its soothing balm-
I ask'd the world its aid;
But ah! no balm it had
To heal a wounded breast,
And I, forlorn and sad,

Must seek another rest;

My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.
3 Where can the mourner go,
And tell his tale of grief?
Ah! who can sooth his wo,
And give him sweet relief?
Thou, Jesus! canst impart,
By thy long wish'd return,
Ease to this wounded heart,

And bid me cease to mourn;
Then shall this night of sorrow fica,
And I rejoice, my Lord, in thee.

HYMN 218.

S. M.

Doddridge.

Dover. Peckham, Shirland

Rejoicing. Ps. cxxxviii. 5.

1 NOW let our voices join

To form a sacred song;

Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.

2 How straight the path appears
How open and how fair!

No lurking gins t' entrap our feet,
No fierce destroyer there.

3 But flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The Sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

4 All honor to his name,

Who marks the shining way,-
To him who leads the wand'rers on
To realms of endless day.

HYMN 219. C. M.

Abridge. Barby.

Resignation.

Beddome.

1 MY times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God, are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.

2 If thou should'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.

3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word, Though the whole world were gone, But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.

HYMN 220.

C. M.

Young.

Chapel. Georgia Walsal.

1 OUR hearts are fasten'd to this world
By strong and num'rous ties,
And every sorrow breaks a string,
And urges us to rise.

2 When heav'n would kindly set us free,
And earth's enchantment end,
It takes the most effectual means,
And robs us of a friend.

3 Resign-and all the load of life
That moment you remove;
Its heavy tax, ten thousand cares
Devolve on ONE above,

Bray. Rochester.

Rippon.

Self-denial. Mark viii. 34.

1 AND must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord, for thee?
It is but right, since thou hast done
Much more than this for me.

2 Yes, let it go-one look from thee
Will more than make amends,
For all the losses I sustain

Of credit, riches, friends.

3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives, How worthless they appear,

Compar'd with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!

4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee
A single smile obtain,
Though destitute of all things else,
I'd glory in my gain.

HYMN 222. C. M.

Barby. Abridge.

Watts.

Sincerity and Truth. Phil. iv. 8.

1 LET those who bear the Christian name Their holy vows fulfil;

The saints, the foll'wers of the Lamb,
Are men of honor still.

2 True to the solemn oaths they take,
Though to their hurt they swear:
Constant and just to all they speak;
For God and angels hear.

3 Still with their lips their hearts agree,
Nor flatt'ring words devise:
They know the God of truth can see
Through every false disguise.

4 From all deceit they swiftly fly,
Whatever shape it wears,

They love the truth-and when they die, Eternal life is theirs.

HYMN 223.

St. Ann's. Barby.

C. M.

Submission.

Cowper.

O LORD, my best desires fulfil,

And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
3 No-let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee;
Who never has a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favor, all my journey through
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
"Tis better still to want.

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?

A poor, blind creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth!

6 But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;

Else the next cloud that veils my skies.
Will drive these thoughts away.

Submission to Christ.

1 JESUS once left his throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss,

And came on earth to bleed and die-
Was ever love like this?

2 Is there a heart that will not bend
To his divine control?